Word: frosts
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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There was frost in the air last week but spring in the heart of Luigi Pinto, fruit dealer of No. 1827 South 16th St., Philadelphia. His three boys, Salvatore, 27; Angelo, 24; Biagio, 20, the apples of his fruit dealer's eye, were holding their first joint art exhibition at Philadelphia's swank Mellon Galleries. The exhibition opened with an announcement for which most modern artists would give four sound teeth: four of the Pinto Brothers' paintings have been sold to Dr. Albert C. Barnes, the Argyrol tycoon with the big modern art museum in Merion...
Whose fun, like frost, descends with killing blight...
This year bad luck dogged him from the first seeding. In March a biting frost swept through the Panhandle, nipped his young sprouts. Then came fierce storms which pelted his fields with hail, knocking the kernels from their soft sheaves. Cutworms invaded his empire, devouring life-giving roots. Long, hot, cloudless weeks baked his rich soil until surviving stalks of wheat withered and died. When harvest time came most of his silver combines and tractors remained in his sheds. Only 3,000 acres had a crop worth reaping. They yielded but 11 bu. per acre...
Fireguards, mountain rangers and volunteers rescued nearly 250 of the others in the next five days. Clambering through 20-ft. drifts to an altitude of 8,500 ft., where the temperature was 10° above zero, they found the hunters bitten by frost and half starved, huddled in small groups around fires. Six days after the storm had broken only three of the trapped hunters were still missing. Separated from their parties when the blizzard broke, they had almost certainly been frozen to death...
...Gothic tower and exclaim: "Gentlemen, take Memorial Hall for instance. What else could you take it for!" Nor would he visit Memorial Hall sixty years after, to see the deserted dining hall, cramped Sanders Theatre, the squalid ruin of false tiffany. For the Vagabond sees only the frost-blushed ivy on a fine full day in the dawnlight, remembers only the inspiring sight of the citadel lighted blue green by moonlight and snow, and he rejoices in his retreat...